I am an angry woman. I'd never tell that to anyone. Really. How embarrassing. I pretend that I'm flexible, that whatever happens will be okay. But many times, it's not. Really.
Yesterday my husband said he was going to go golfing after work. I said sure, no problem. (At least he asked.) But I was pretending. I had planned to fix a nice dinner and spend some time together. I changed my plans. And it wasn't a problem. Really. But I was still mad. And then I was mad at myself.
I have spent my whole life trying to convince myself that the world is fair, I just need to adjust my attitude. I've smiled, I've nodded, I've bitten my tongue so I wouldn't say the wrong thing. But I've been pretending. Really.
